When Lin Wei woke up, a family of six were huddled in a ruined temple waiting to die.
The eight-month-old nephew had a high fever and his father was still showing off after two days of starvation. The mother left the last mouthful of the paste to the child. No food, no medicine, no way out. She only has a pair of supernatural palms that can sense the growth of plants, and the weight of an entire home.
Then farm. The father opened up wasteland, the mother took care of accounts, the eldest brother built a house, and the younger brother ran errands - a family of six took root on the river beach. From bracken to satisfy hunger to a warehouse full of sweet potatoes, from leaking rain in shacks to new adobe houses, life is dug out of the mud inch by inch, and sweetness is tasted bite by bite.
Some are jealous, some are blackmailing, and some want to steal their land.
But Lin Wei was not afraid. She has one-third of an acre of land and a room full of people waiting for her to come home for dinner.
——This place of peace of mind is my field.
